Treblemaker

Treblemaker

NY

YWP Alumni Advisor

Posts

  • Stuck To Leap

          I used to want to leap real high. And gather air and speed and fly.
         I was excited to start this journey, until you came- and made me worry.
    You tell me I must make the leap
  • Animal Curses

    "I can't believe you forgot where you parked the car! We only went to the Zoo for three hours." Eva complained.
    "whale whale whale, look who's talking. You told me where to park- you should remember," her brother Leo remarked.
  • Jersey number 15

    I’m jersey number 15. 
    I'm the girl that warmed the bench in 7th grade,
    dutifully handing out water and watching the score with bouncing knees, 
    the person who makes random posters
  • Last weeks work

    Last weeks work
    is this weeks issues. 
    Yesterdays woes have carried over. 
    Cant look ahead cause behind is not finished. 
    Hours of stuff have not been diminished. 
    Why cant I stay on top  of the mess?
  • To Live

    I had a dream. 

    You jumped. 

    I was always afraid of this. That your hopelessness would one day overcome your rational decision making, and that bridge we often ride over would be your place of death. 
  • Birthday Blues

    Ew.
    I'm old.
    Older.
    The last day being the age I am is - the same.
    And yet I'm scared.
    Funny how one number can make you think about everything that's happened
    I only look back longingly,

Loves

  • Bug

    Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a bug, at least, not a common pest like moths or ladybugs, or god forbid spiders. I’m graceful, or as graceful as your children’s book describes me, and I have class.

  • Haunting Hands

    As the Cold feeling Spreads 

    Sends Shivers down the Spine 

    The Fear and Worry Pushes Through  

     

    But in this Frigid touch 

    Is the sense of Remebrance 

    The Sense of Love  

  • Dancing Leaves

    Its Hard to Resist

     When Seeing a Pile of Leaves 

    It Becomes irresistible  

     

    Jump into the Heep 

    Leaves are swirling

     The Pile is no more